Poems from DrFizzHead
A nice customer chat
Puts a coin in your bonnet.
No, I am not of low birth.
Nor am I high born.
No, my birth is of an age not yet come,
A child lost in time.
Winter
freezing, biting, unwelcoming
what lies dormant shall awaken once more
warming, inviting, growing
Spring
Flittering, fluttering, flying free
Be unbound
A snowflake dancing in the wind
Stand here upon the snow and frost,
Breathe in the cold chill of winter's dawn,
And be born anew